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minah-delacroix · 3 years

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Welcome back to being single (Part I)

How to survive being single AU

Word count: 1,6k

“If he doesn’t get over the backstabbing, career-ruiner mess that woman is, I hope at least he chokes on this,” says Jane handing Mark a breast-shaped cake and closing the door behind her with a loud thud. Mark rolls eyes amused and ignores the fact somewhere in the house Tyler is bragging about successfully setting a Tinder account for Sungjae.

"T, where should I put this?" the man asks, dodging a bunch of balloons scattered around as he walks through the living room, where his girlfriend and M are hanging a gold streamer backdrop.

“On the table, babe” Tara says, her voice rising just enough for Daniel to come out the kitchen.

"Seriously, Jane, a boob cake?" He scoffs as Mark walks past him "Did you perhaps hire a hooker as well?" His nose scrunches up in disgust “That’s the only thing missing in this stereotypically heterosexual party. Tyler even got him a Tinder account "

There’s a forced laugh and Tyler Lee materializes, eyebrows up and smug smirk clinging to the corner of his lips

"What’s wrong with Tinder?" He asks, though his question is not meant to be answered because he goes on “Sungjae just needs to fuck Ashleigh out of his system” He says naturally, causing Jane and Mark to wince.

"You can’t create a lasting bond over an app, it’s impersonal" M offers quietly, his words barely audible for Tyler who is standing next to him.

"Not everybody is looking to create a bond with some stranger on the internet, sometimes people just want to fuck" Tyler says as he plops onto the couch next to Jane.

"You might have a point" she shrugs "That’s exactly what Jaehyun-"

“For all we know Sungjae might want to be alone for a while before jumping into a relationship again” Daniel cuts her off, looking at Jane with a revolted expression “Or maybe experiment a bit?” he adds casually.

“It's not gonna happen, Daniel” Tyler is about to start another of his famous arguments with the model when Tara jumps excitedly off the chair where she was standing on a second ago.

“Ok, ok, children…” the woman says standing in the middle of her friends and clapping for their attention “We want this to be perfect. I've been working on this for 8 hours straight. If this goes according to my plans, Sungjae will be over Ashleigh by the end of- "

"T, stop worrying, I swear on my new Gucci kicks, Sungjae won’t even get the time to think about Ashleigh because he’ll be busy enough."

"Why?"

"Because he’ll be fucking like a-"

"Sweetheart, the cake is on the wrong table, it's supposed to be on the food table" Tara ignores her brother in favor of scolding Mark's lack of common sense, her observant eyes catching on every detail as she walks around the living room making sure there's not a single thing out of place. "I told you like 20 times"

"Sorry babe, there are like 5 tables" Mark says moving faster than the Flash to move the cake. Tyler and Daniel exchange knowing glances, probably agreeing on how pathetic it is that Mark is wrapped around Tara’s little finger.

"I really hope this goes well" M says before taking a deep breath "If you don't do it for Sungjae, please do it for me" The group of friends looks at M questioningly "What hurts him, hurts me too" he says solemnly, earning laughs from his friends and one or two cushions thrown at him.

The details on why “the squad” has gathered in Sungjae and M's apartment and there's a sign reading “welcome back to single life” hanging from the ceiling are still up to debate, but briefly explained, it all comes down to the fact Sungjae has turned into an overnight sensation on social media after discovering, during the premiere of his latest movie and in the most unceremonious of the ways, that his girlfriend had been cheating on him. Though his friends had tried to omit the fact Sungjae was on his knee when a reporter asked about a video shared on social media that showed Ashleigh in a very compromising position with another man, news traveled fast, and over the last couple of days, a good portion if not the whole British population had already watched the video of Sungjae losing his cool and nearly punching said reporter.

The details on why the whole squad followed Sungjae to his first Tinder date are also still up to debate but as Tyler reminds Daniel through a text message the only reason they’re doing it is to make sure they can offer their advice if things get out of control, or maybe serve him as an alibi in case he wants to leave earlier.

That’s exactly why in Tyler’s opinion, Daniel’s date’s presence is as unnecessary as the huge sculpture blocking Sungjae’s face. Though on second thought the same could be said about Maude who’s sitting right next to Director Hwang, a respectable and world-celebrated filmmaker Daniel has been a fan of for as long as Tyler can remember and for some reason agreed to accompany the model tonight.

Across the room, Mark and Tara sit with an air of satisfaction surrounding them. Much to their friends’ (who had even placed some bets about whether they would show up or not) annoyance, the couple occupies the most coveted table in The Penthouse, with a full view over the Thames. It is of common knowledge that Tara and Mark tend to be on the receiving end of their friends' jokes about leading a boring and monotonous life, so they laugh at the way Jane reluctantly slides a 20-pound bill over the table she is sharing with M while they sip from glasses of exotic cocktails whose names they have already forgot.

Sungjae’s date is a twenty-something young girl named Olivia, who happens to google Sungjae’s name and find out about the Ashleigh fiasco during the first 10 minutes of their date. She is laidback, lacks some manners, and is fixated on watching Sungjae cry, because after all, “that’s what actors do”. It doesn’t take long before Sungjae is seeking help from his friends. He goes to Tara and Mark first simply because they’re the closest to his table and they always offer the best advice. Sungjae regrets his choice immediately once he realizes they’re both tipsy and are acting unlike themselves, giggling like school kids who’ve been drinking for the first time.

“What’s wrong with you two?” Sungjae says sliding on the free seat next to Mark “You may want to slow down with the alcohol” he says.

“So, who’s the boring one now? Not me” Tara slurs her words, “Did you bet against us as well?”

“That’s not important” Sungjae says, brushing the accusation off simply because he doesn’t want to admit he might’ve placed his bet against his friends. “My date is going horribly, she wants me to cry and I can’t stop embarrassing myself. I don’t know what’s wrong with me”

“Sungjae, bro” Mark says wrapping an arm around Sungjae’s shoulders, his movements erratic and his voice a bit unrecognizable. “Olivia is just a rebound, she’s doesn’t have to be the love of your life, just a girl you have a good time with. Relax” Sungjae winces at Mark’s words, not quite believing he’s getting such useless advice from one of his wisest friends.

“No, no, it’s just the opposite, she could become someone special, love” Tara says, leaning across the table to hold Sungjae’s hand and give it a squeeze “Don’t be afraid to be yourself and be in touch with your feelings, women like that”

“Okaaaay”

The couple’s advice proves to be completely useless once Sungjae goes back to his table and Olivia’s phone starts ringing with notifications Sungjae recognizes as Tinder messages. Against his better judgment, minutes later Sungjae finds himself interrupting what seems to be a very lively conversation between his best friend and Jane.

“Olivia is on Tinder, this is definitely not going well” he informs as he sits across Jane.

“It sounds a lot like a movie I watched last-“ M starts to say but is interrupted by Jane’s exasperated voice.

“Don’t be so easily intimidated, Lee” She snorts, “We women like assertive men, who are confident and know what they want”

“Yes, be confident, Sungjae. You’re Sungjae Lee, the famous and renowned actor” M continues. Sungjae tries to ignore the way his friend’s cheeks slightly heat when Jane nods along, approving of his words.

“Okay, okay, be confident” Sungjae repeats to himself. “I can do that, or at least pretend to”

As he walks back to his table, Sungjae can hear Tyler scoffing at Director Hwang’s praises to Daniel’s "very proportional face". He concludes that he’ll rather finish his date before asking for that table’s advice next.

Then, it happens. Sungjae spots the most beautiful creature he has ever laid his eyes upon. The woman in question is sitting on her own, a few tables away from his, her eyes are big, her lips full and her hair falls gracefully in soft waves. She wears an expensive-looking dress that leaves her back completely bare but is long enough to hide her ankles. Sungjae almost bumps into a waiter when the woman’s eyes briefly meet his and she smiles a Mona Lisa smile that is enigmatic, attractive and seems to say “Yes, I know”.

Sungjae is not a religious man, but for some reason the first thought invading his brain is that whoever said God is a woman had probably seen this woman before.

#oc #story #minjae month 2020 #minah #sungjae #tyler #jane #tara #mark #m #htsbs au

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escarghosting · 6 years

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Hello hello @eli-and-fictional-sons!! Coincidentally, I was also your secret santa for the @vncsecretsanta! Here’s you’re gift; it’s sort of a college au, but there’s hardly any mention if college so *shrugs* I had fun writing it! This is my first fic for vnc so if either of them seem ooc, that’s why lol. Hope you enjoy it! Happy new years!

Title: Love Thy Neighbor

Rating: T, mostly for swearing

Word count: 1536

Summary: Vanitas really doesn’t like his neighbor. Really. No matter how attractive he may be. So why exactly does he agree let him use his shower?

Vanitas really…didn’t like his next door neighbor.

Noe was his name. Ever since the guy moved in, there was always something the other did that pissed them off. It all started when Noe started parking in Vanitas’ spot. No matter how often he yelled at him about it, Noe still managed to park in his spot at least once a week. Things just went downhill from there.

At some point in the past 5 months of living next to each other, Vanitas started going out of his way to piss Noe off; his favorite was playing loud music early in the morning, because Noe was nothing but grumpy without at least 8 hours of sleep. Yes, Vanitas was that petty.

But what really peeved Vanitas about Noe is how…perfect he was. When Vanitas wasn’t doing things to annoy him, Noe was actually pretty nice. He gave Vanitas rides sometimes when the weather was too bad to take his bike (although music in the car was another source of tension between them), and he checked up on him often to make sure he was eating and sleeping well, because “no one should look as dead as you do” (which, unsurprisingly, aggravated Vanitas to no end). He was naïve, but it was kind of endearing. Sometimes.

He was also fine as hell, not that Vanitas would ever admit it. Tall, well-built, pretty eyes, and to-the point about everything. Noe might as well be the man of Vanitas’ dreams, and he hated it.

…Okay, maybe he had a teeny tiny crush.

It didn’t matter anyway, nothing would ever come of it. Why would Noe ever like him back? All Vanitas did was purposefully annoy him. Most of their conversations consisted of pointed glares and hardly contained anger, mostly from Vanitas. Noe deserved to be with someone much better than him.

‘Maybe you guys just need to get together, let out that awkward sexual tension. I bet you that’s the reason you’re always so cranky with each other, idiot.’

Vanitas slammed the butter knife down on the counter. Screw Dante and his stupid advice! What did he know anyway? He was just some baldy with as much romance experience as a doormat. That was the last thing he needed to be thinking about right now. He stared down at his unfinished peanut butter sandwich. He couldn’t eat now, he was too bitter. Maybe I’ll just take a hot shower and lay down for the night, he thought. It wasn’t even 9:00, but there’s nothing wrong with a little extra sleep, right? In fact, Noe would probably be proud—

Ohhh, no. That thought was going to end right there. Vanitas dragged himself to the bathroom—which wasn’t very far in this tiny apartment—but before he could turn on the faucet, there was a knock at the door.

Fan-fucking-tastic.

“Who could possibly be knocking at this hour?” Vanitas muttered angrily. He was in no mood to humor anyone for anything. Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, Vanitas stomped over to the door and flung it open. “This had better be impor—”

Standing in the hallway was none other than Noe himself. He was holding a towel and a hair brush in one arm, dressed in his loose white pajamas. The look on his face was awkward and somewhat...pained?

Vanitas couldn’t stop himself from admiring the other man. The way strands of white hair fell into his face, or how his shirt hugged his broad shoulders...

Stooooooop!

“What do you want? This had better be important, Noe,” he spat.

Noe pursed his lips. “I need to use your shower.”

“…Why can’t you use yours?” At this Noe shuffled his feet, looking anywhere but Vanitas. Was he… embarrassed?

“You see,” he started, “I may have tripped over Murr heading to the shower, and ripped the shower head from the wall trying to catch myself.”

Vanitas just stared. Of course Noe would manage to do something like that.

Thinking it over, he supposed there was no harm in letting him in. Call it payback for all the times Noe’s helped him. It was a little annoying that he’d have to let Noe take one first, but the was no way he was waiting around Vanitas’ apartment until he was done. Besides, this way he could take as long as he wanted.

“I guess,” he sighed, stepping aside to let him in. He swore Noe had stars in his eyes when he thanked him. Weirdo.

Noe stepped in to the apartment, looking around like he’d never been in there before. “Our showers are probably the same,” he said, shutting the door behind him. “So I don’t think I have to help you—hey! Don’t touch that!”

Vanitas was an art student, but since he and Noe weren’t friends, the other had never seen anything Vanitas had made. He had been working on a minimalist human sculpture for a class earlier, and must’ve forgotten to put it away because Noe was about to pick it up good lord.

He grabbed Noe’s arm before he could touch it, glaring at him. “It’s wet! I don’t need you squishing it with your inhuman strength!”

Noe blinked at him. “Oh. Sorry. I’ve never seen someone make something like this before, I wanted to know what it felt like. You’re really good at this!”

So naïve but so cute. Noe was practically sparkling. He didn’t say anything he didn’t mean; he really thought Vanitas’ half-assed sculpture was cool. Vanitas could feel the annoyance drain from him with every second.

“Whatever. Just go take your shower. You have 10 minutes!”

“Sure, but you’re gonna have to let go of me first, Vanitas.”

Vanitas blinked. He was still holding Noe’s arm. And when did they get so close? Vanitas (very calmly, mind you) let go and stepped back, clearing his throat. “Right.”

Noe nodded and headed to the bathroom. “And don’t touch anything you don’t need to!” Vanitas called after him.

As soon as the door shut, Vanitas was on the couch, internally screaming at himself. How could he be more awkward! All he did was grab his arm! Nothing weird about that. It was the first time he’d ever actually touched Noe though, and he was every bit as muscular as he looked, god damn. It would be a while before he’d forget about that discovery.

By the time the ten minutes were up, Vanitas had mostly gotten himself together. Enough to realize the shower was still running. He got up and banged on the bathroom door. “Noe! Come on! You better not use up all my hot water, I swear.”

The shower quickly shut off, followed by scrambled footsteps. ‘Please don’t slip, I don’t need you breaking my shower, too,’ he hoped.

A minute later, the door opened, and Vanitas thought he actually might die that night.

The first thing he noticed was Noe’s hair. He’d never seen it so curly. In hindsight, it only made sense; Noe’s hair shouldn’t have been that straight. He just couldn’t picture Noe using a straightener without severely burning himself. (Then again, no one should have white hair at 19, so could you really blame him?) It was still soaking wet, dripping down into the towel around his neck.

The next thing he noticed was that Noe Archiviste was shirtless and dripping wet in his apartment.

He just couldn’t catch a break, could he.

Vanitas had never been more grateful for his amazing poker face, because if he was, he’d probably look like a firetruck right then. “It’s about time,” he grumbled, pointedly looking away from Noe. He was dense, but there’s no way he wouldn’t notice Vanitas all but drooling over his body.

“Sorry Vanitas, guess I lost track of time.” Vanitas hummed in acknowledgement. Suddenly, his face was in Vanitas’ line of sight. He was carefully studying Vanitas’ face. “What’s wrong? You seem crankier than usual.”

Damn him and his skill for reading people. He refused to meet Noe’s eyes. “Tch. Nothing’s wrong. Can you just put your shirt on and leave so I can go back to enjoying my night?”

Noe stood back up. He could hear the shirt being pulled over his head. “By the way, your shower curtain’s a horrible color. My eyes hurt just looking at it.”

Vanitas whipped his head around to retort because it was a nice shade of blue dammit, but his words died in his throat. Noe had a soft smile on his face, and he was chuckling softly, and Vanitas felt like he might actually melt.

“Thanks for letting me use your shower,” he said as he started driying his hair. “Hey, I know this place that has amazing tarte tatin; you should come with me sometime.” All Vanitas could do was nod and give a soft “sure”. He was only half-listening; he was too focused on the fact that Noe was actually smiling at him.

Noe nodded. “Great. I guess I’ll see you around then?” he didn’t wait for a response before leaving Vanitas star-struck in his own apartment.

‘Wait a minute. Did Noe just ask me out on a date?’

Maybe this night wasn’t as horrible as he thought.

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(A/N: the little shirtless Noe scene was supposed to be more descriptive with more freaking out from Vani, but half way through writing this, I remembered the Shirtless Kylo Ren meme and I had a hell of a time writing that part without dying of laughter i’m sorry

Also I totally threw in my headcanon that Noe has naturally somewhat-curly hair bc come on he’s black for goodness sake)

#vncsecretsanta #vanitas no carte #vnc #eli-and-fictional-sons #apparently i don't know how to keep a fic short these days it was not supposed to be this long #lol #i had so many ideas since you didn't want a specific prompt #but this was the easiest i think #but now i have ideas for MORE vnc fics so thank you #hope you like it!#by me #fic

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drama460b · 6 years

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Inspiration and Where To Find It 03/18/18

This weekend I was standing in for my friend Billie Rea Buzby at an art show in cSPACE. I was in a room with 15 other artists who had their work juried into the gallery, ARTcalgary. This was a very interesting and art filled weekend that got me thinking about the different mediums of art and how many forms of artists fall under the artist umbrella. In cSPACE there was also another art event going on called the People’s portrait Prize, where anyone, known artist or not, young or old, could summit their work (preferably a portrait) to be shown though out the four floors.

A little back story. I love art, always have. I have always had an abundance of art in my house: sculptures, paintings, prints, woven wall hangings, felt pictures, photography, the list goes on and on. Any free wall space in my house? you bet there will be some type of art to fill it the next day. I have a deep appreciation for artists because I can’t create anything worth shit. I have no talent in this area at all. It all went to my younger brother who is an amazing artist. He ca do it all. Sculpture, jewelry making, print making, painting, drawing, you name it. Art is something I find intimidating: trying to paint, or even trying to doodle in my notebook while I’m zoning out in history is laughable. So stick me in a room full of talented working artists, representing one of my friends who is also a well known Calgary artist is a little scary!. I had to man her ‘booth’ and talk to anyone who came by about her beautiful piece she had put in the gallery.

The artists I was surrounded by were so wonderfully accepting of me, who knows a lot about Billie’s art, but not a lot about art in general. They welcomed me with open arms while we all stood for 8+ hours for 2-3 days straight. We talked about the beautiful art we were surrounded by, our aching feet, and whatever else to help us pass the time.

Watching the people come and go, standing in groups of 3 or 4, little families with rambunctious kids, and individuals made me thing of the role of the spectator and, the artist becoming the spectator and how this event relates to our project. I was in an interesting position because I was in some ways, the ‘performer’, and the spectator simultaneously. ‘Performer’ because I had to talk about the piece I was representing, and the spectator because I was watching the other artists explain their own work to the people who listened. I saw people who would look at an artist explain their work, some were thoroughly engaged in what was being said, others would walk right by, and a few people who turned the conversation about themselves and their own art In a way that was disrespectful towards the artists who were showing their work.

This got me thinking. How on earth can we get an audience member to engage in what we are doing (or going to be doing) during our performance? Is it something were people can be an active spectator while we still leave room for the average spectator who may not want to be up front and in the action, but is happy to be viewing from the back? And what do we do if someone wants to become the show?

I wish I would have been able to see the gallery form a birds eye view, to be able to see how everyone was interacting from above, to see how people reacted to the artist ‘performing’ in front of them from a different perspective.

This weekend has got me buzzing to step out of my boundaries and try my hand at creating some art, wether it be painting or drawing. We will see how it goes!

Cheers,

The new artist in the fam,

The Process of creation

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